Passenger Tales

I think I was around 12 to 14 years old when I had my first run-in with a maniac in a jeepney.  It was before 7 o’clock in the morning and I was on my way to school.  I sat on the jeepney trying to keep my place with my backpack and my Coleman in my lap.  It was a while before I noticed that a strange weight was on me and when I looked down, I saw that the guy beside me had his hand on my lap.  I gingerley picked up his hand and returned it to him. But still he persisted in putting it back. His putting his hand on my lap and my returning it to him continued for a few times. What can I say, I was a little slow in recognizing his intent. When he still persisted, I suddenly shouted when I returned his hand for the nth time, “What are you doing!”.  Every one in the jeepney turned to look at him.  After that he stopped and when somebody got off the jeepney he moved away.  I was so shaken and angry that when  I got off the jeepney, I made sure that I stepped on his slippered foot.